Chapter 112 Demon Monk's Hand

The roar is like a Buddha's sound, stirring up a wave of noise in his ears. Qin Yan's pupils tightened, and his dark thoughts resisted the invisible impact. He said, "Why is the master so sure that Miss Lin and the scriptures are in the car?"

Yamole pinched the Buddha beads and smiled: "Fate, self-eving induction."

Qin Yan said in a low voice, "Master, don't pretend to be a ghost anymore. I'm not a good man and a believer. I have to see a true chapter under my hand. I'm just a little curious and want to ask, how did you find us?

Yamole sighed the Buddha's name and said, "Speaking of which, everything is predestined. Do you remember the small village you passed? The poor monk also happened to pass by. When he heard them talk about your carriage, he suddenly thought about it and came to have a look. Unexpectedly, I really met Miss Lin. Good, good! This is all Buddha's arrangement. This little benefactor should not go against God's will, so as not to die in vain.

Qin Yan sneered: " Monk, will Buddha accept you according to what you do? I heard that you secretly learned the exquisite martial arts of various schools in the Central Plains, but I would like to ask for a few tips--"

Before the words fell, he jumped out, like a strong wind through the sky, and rushed to the front in an instant. The golden flame between his hands burst and hit Yemole's chest.

Yemole calmly watched him fly in front of him. When he came to him, he turned the Buddha beads in a hurry. He raised his left hand and stretched out a finger against the flame between Qin Yan's hands.

After a moment of shock, the awesome Buddha light accompanied by his fingers made Qin Yan lose his mind for a moment. Then he heard the sad wind in his ears, and the ghosts were sad, as if they were in the Purgatory of Xiuluo. Qin Yan's body stiffened, and when he struggled to break free from the fantasy, he found that the finger had penetrated the flame of blood and quietly handed it to him. The key point of his eyebrows was less than an inch away.

At this moment, he didn't have time to think much. As soon as he closed his eyes, the blood in his body gathered into a surging momentum and tried his best to hit the dark finger with a mallet.

With a muffled sound, Qin Yan's forehead ached, and the violent force impact made him dizzy and instinctively fell back. And Yemole did not pursue, and the two shadows separated. Qin Yan fell back to his original position, his back crashed into the wall of the car, and the whole carriage roared. He stood firmly in his seat and tried to raise his head. He only felt that his mouth was sweet, his chest was full of blood, and he almost didn't pick it up in one breath.

'This guy is so fierce...'

Compared with the last time I saw it in Qingwei Residence, this demon monk seems to have made great progress. With only one face-to-face confrontation, Qin Yan knew that he was by no means an opponent. After opening his mouth and exhaling a turbid breath, he patted the board behind him and shouted, "The point is to prick your hand! Sister, do it together!"

The curtain was raised, and the jade cold smoke came out with a sword. Under his feet, he drew a cold sword light and attacked the door of Yemol. Flying like a fairy, the sword is as beautiful as the moon, and a sword is coming, with thousands of shining lights.

That's the most powerful type of the emperor's shocking sword - Wanbo Yingyue!

Jemor remained motionless, and the monk's robe was blown by the sound of the storm held by the sword light. He silently turned the Buddha beads until the sword spirit came to him and the chill came through the bone. Then he raised his left hand again and looked for it.

is still the move of "crossing evil".

The world around drifted away in an instant, and only that dark finger became the only truth between heaven and earth. With one finger shooting, tens of thousands of waves disappeared in an instant, and the moonlight was instantly swallowed up by the underworld. Only the rotten mud and sand accumulated by ten thousand ghosts in the weak water of Huangquan rolled up and penetrated into the eyes, ears, nose, and immediately wrapped the whole body, sinking into the abyss, and could never turn over...

Yu Hanyan rushed too fast. Before Qin Yan recovered, he had already met with Yemole. Qin Yan couldn't catch up with it. Seeing that the light on her sword was getting darker and darker, he knew that the situation was not good. Regardless of the surging blood in his body, he gritted his teeth and rushed out.

'Senior sister, senior sister, I mean, "Let's do it together", but I didn't let you fight with him alone!'

Just as he complained and rushed up, he suddenly saw Yu Hanyan snorting and staggered back two steps, falling in front of him. Qin Yan looked up and saw that her face was pale and the corners of her mouth were bleeding, but she looked fierce and cold. She just stood firm and raised her sword again.

"Sister..."

Yu Hanyan waved her left hand and said fiercely, "Don't do it. My family will do it by myself!"

"Hey, you are--

Before Qin Yan finished a word, she waved her sword and rushed over again. This time, the light on the sword shines like the scorching sun, shining brightly on the earth, setting off the remnants of the sky.

Yamole raised his eyebrows, and his expression finally moved. He lowered the Buddha's name, and the monk's robe vibrated. He jumped down from the boulder and shook the Buddha beads in his palm. The golden light touched the sword light, but it bounced back.

"Good swordsmanship!" Jemore gave a thumbs-up, avoiding the edge of the blade, picking up the middle finger of his right hand, and popped the Buddha beads again, hitting the sword body.

Yu Hanyan smiled coldly. Compared with illusion, she may not be as good as this demagogic demon monk, but in terms of swordsmanship, she is confident that no one in the world can compare with her except the strongest master on Jiulong Peak. Even Qin Yan, who is proficient in imperial weapons, can't do it either!

As an illusion master, she also knows her weaknesses when she perform illusions. As long as it's so fast that you can't use it!

In a moment, the flood surged and covered the earth, and with the momentum of the strong wind, it stirred up a thunderbolt. The stunning bright moon sword cut indifferently, broke through the waves of Buddha beads, and stabbed the demon monk's chest like lightning in the four golden snowflakes.

Yemole retreated and jumped on the boulder again. When the jade smoke stagnated, he looked down and saw that the Buddha beads in his palm had been cut into pieces by the sword, and a blood mark was cut on the back of his right hand. The red blood oozed out through the dark skin, and then he quickly scabed and healed.

He spread out his palm, and the remaining Buddha beads also fell down one after another, bounced on the stone, and sank into the grass. The golden light disappeared, and there was nothing conspicuous.

He stared at Yu Hanyan, and suddenly grinned at the corners of his mouth, involving an extremely strange smile.

"Yes, you are very good..." It can actually hurt Buddha, which is one of the strongest people in the young generation today. Therefore, Buddha should also be more serious and send you back to the west with my most devout prayer!

With a heavy sigh, he repeated, "You are really good to destroy the Muluan Buddha beads of the poor monk..."

"It's more than good!" Yu Hanyan interrupted coldly, "My family can not only destroy your Buddha beads, but also take your life!"

"Well, let's do it again. If you can do your swordsmanship again, maybe it will really succeed!" After saying this lightly, Yemole closed his eyes, put his hands together, and once again proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Nan Wushan Silent Moon Sound King Buddha!"